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Yun Ya took two days to relax Qiao Lu's watch over her, and then on this night, she stealthily slipped out of the small villa.
She didn't know if Li Yunfu was still alive. That man, who kept everything hidden in his heart, probably already knew that she was a spy lurking by his side; he just chose to remain silent about it.
She remembered that during the blooming of the phoenix flowers in June, one day Li Yunfu came back reeking of alcohol, grabbed her hand, and said many nonsensical things. At the time, she hadn’t paid much attention, but now, recalling every word and even every expression of Li Yunfu was vivid in her mind.
He said, “My mother passed away long ago, and my father married my Aunt as his legitimate wife. Initially, my Aunt treated me very well on the surface, but later when she had her own son, she distanced herself from me. After spending a long time with my Aunt and growing up a bit, I began to suspect the cause of my mother's death. Eventually, I found out that it was my Aunt who had secretly plotted against her, so I killed her with my own hands. At that time, I thought to myself that I would only marry one wife in the future and treat her very well so that our son could live a life of peace and joy, unlike mine.”
At that moment, Yun Ya was sitting on the sofa listening to the gramophone; the lilting melody echoed in the bedroom, so Li Yunfu's voice wasn't very clear. She picked out one point that caught her attention and asked with disdain, “She’s your Aunt, and you dared to kill someone at such a young age?”
Li Yunfu snorted coldly: “The woman I hate most in this life is someone like my Aunt—two-faced and deceitful.” When he said this, his gaze towards Yun Ya seemed to carry deeper meaning, but Yun Ya didn’t notice. Just then, the gramophone finished playing a record; she lifted the needle and placed another record on.
In the pause between songs, she heard a soft sigh and then felt Li Yunfu’s warm breath against her skin; it turned into a night of intimacy.
After that day, Li Yunfu rarely returned home.
Later on, Li Yunfu's reputation as a womanizer spread far and wide.
However, Yun Ya had never cared about this, just as she hadn’t cared about how much Li Yunfu had once doted on her. She recalled how Li Yunfu had personally washed her feet for her, cooked for her in the kitchen, knew she liked listening to "Qin Huai Jing," and even learned to sing it every night to lull her to sleep.
At the bustling train station in Chongqing, a passerby accidentally bumped into Yun Ya, pulling her back from her memories. She stretched her neck and peered around until she finally spotted the ticket counter. She pushed through the crowd with determination to buy a ticket to Nanjing.
The ticket seller looked up at Yun Ya with concern and said, “There’s fighting going on over there right now. Ma'am, do you have something important that you must attend to?”
"My husband is in Nanjing." As soon as the words left her lips, someone suddenly patted her heavily on the shoulder. Yun Ya turned around.
Feng Chen, carrying a heavy burden, grinned at Yun Ya and asked, "It's really you! Where are you going?" His gaze fell on the ticket in Yun Ya's hand, and he abruptly reached out to snatch it away, eyes wide with disbelief. "You're going back to Nanjing?"
Yun Ya did not answer. A sense of foreboding washed over her as she countered, "What are you doing in Chongqing?"
Feng Chen's eyes flickered for a moment.
"Is it Li Yunfu...?"
Feng Chen sighed inwardly, but before he could finish his thought, Yun Ya had already seized the ticket and dashed away. He shouted, "Come back! You can't go to Nanjing!" and pushed through the crowd to chase after her.
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